(That’s a line from RENT, in case you didn’t pick it up immediately after I gushed about it yesterday and memorized it. Sheesh. I don’t think I’ve memorized my ‘it was red and yellow and green and brown and…” Joseph’s-coat-of-many-colors bit for the AHS drama thing. Ah well. More practice tonight! I guess I should go about finding my matching blacks…)
Actually, there was. I forgot to mention our interesting sledding escapade. Perhaps you had to be there, but Kate and I couldn’t stop laughing about it, even though it had the potential to be very scary. Funny scary though.
Anyway, after seeing RENT on Saturday, I persuaded Kate to go sledding on what little snow remained (I hate it when snow falls, looks really nice for just a day, then melts (or is sledded over too much) for me to go sledding. Bah!) So we drove over to Art Hill to see if it was totally sledded-out, which is was, then we moved onto another hill close by that I’d had luck with in the past, which was slightly better. It was a little too warm for good sledding; you had to find packed snow because the untouched stuff would just stop you cold. No pun intended.
So, we sled a bit, and then we trek over the crest of the hill to see if we could get anything better on the other side. We’re on a golf course, which is what’s underneath most of the western end of Forest Park, so it’s got some nicely hilly spots with putting greens and fairways and brush, etc, etc. Well, we decide to go down, and I persuade Kate to go down first (makes it sound like I have persuasion skillz, don’t it?) and she goes, and then suddenly she just drops out of sight!
It was like one of those cartoons where you see Wiley E Coyote go over a cliff and hang there for a second.

I mean, of course she didn’t hang there, but she literally dropped from sight so quickly it was like she disappeared. I felt bad then for making her go first when I saw her stand up. She was ok, but what we both thought was a nice bump in the hill turned out to be the upper edge of a sandtrap with a nice four or five foot drop. Needless to say I decided to avoid that bump when I went down myself.
See, even as I’m writing this I’m realizing how not-funny it sounds, but by the time I got down there (narrowly missing the pit myself, since the packed snow practically led the sled there…must have been nice when there was snow on the sand to propel you forward!) we were both laughing. Yeah. Guess you had to be there. But we kept laughing about it all the way back. And did we let it scare us? Hell no! We went back down that slope several times! Staying well away from said pit 😉
I want more snow on weekends so I can sled more. And mom used the lovely white interlude to point out that if I had a boyfriend he would have already been at the apartment when it started snowing so I could have gotten primo sledding time. Alas. She’s right though. Darn. How do moms get so smart?
Get Your New Pagan Name! Mine is Deirdre Tara Moonfire. Aww.